Between two worlds

I have always thought that I live on the exact border line of everything.

On the border line between west and east, on the border line between a girl and a boy, between being an extrovert and introvert, on the border line between a being a winner and being a loser, between being rebellious and oppressed, between being progressive and regressive, on the border line between being  a believer and an atheist, just there standing, sitting, running, eating, exercising, working and just living on the border line. Breathing it.

The west of the 1970s and the East of 2030s. These are my two worlds that I live in.

One has passed, the other has not yet arrived. In between my east and west, a bit in the past, a bit in the future. Too progressive for the one and too regressive for the other.

I try to match those two worlds into my present world, i find myself struggling, and losing my identity. Am I the eastern living in the west, or the western living in the east?

My life is more or less equal to the west of 1970, not progressive enough for today's west (the way I view it), while It is ahead of time for my east. Shall I choose one of these two worlds, or keep living in between. Is there where to go in-between? where does this road lead to? will these two worlds ever meet, or forever they will stay parallel worlds, each running in its path and pace.

When they will meet,  am I going to be still alive?  or will I watch it from above? (Or below!)
Will they ever meet? should they?

Even stars collide, and out of their crashing new worlds are born.

(By Charlie Chaplin - as I was enriched this morning, what seems like a million years ago.)